Fu Bo's strength far exceeds the several sect master-level practitioners who just fought against An Zheng. His left-hand sword, right-hand sword, and strange cultivation power are enough for Fu Bo to run rampant in the Jianghu of Zhao Kingdom. avoid. What An Zheng has to face is not only Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may take action at any time.
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
But since he had seen through Fu Bo's technique, how could An Zheng still be unable to defeat him for the third time? An Zheng is the kind of person who usually can't tell how talented or perverted he is, but he can often crush the so-called geniuses and perverts.
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
Fu Bo's strength far exceeds the several sect master-level practitioners who just fought against An Zheng. His left-hand sword, right-hand sword, and strange cultivation power are enough for Fu Bo to run rampant in the Jianghu of Zhao Kingdom. avoid. What An Zheng has to face is not only Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may take action at any time.
Fu Bo: "You have too many questions."
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
The moment the old eunuch saw Jiugang Tianlei, he knew that he was defeated and defeated by the young man.
But just as he thrust his sword into the air, An Zheng felt a crisis. He did not turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block behind him. Almost at the same time, there was a constant tinkling sound behind him.
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
The hand that had been in his cuff stretched out. There was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
An Zheng turned around again. In the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
But since he had seen through Fu Bo's technique, how could An Zheng still be unable to defeat him for the third time? An Zheng is the kind of person who usually can't tell how talented or perverted he is, but he can often crush the so-called geniuses and perverts.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
An Zheng gathered the power of his cultivation in an instant, and the purple energy overflowed from his palm and merged into the Broken Army Sword. A bolt of lightning-like sword energy came out from Pojun's sword, knocking Fu Bo's left-hand sword away with a loud bang. Under the remaining power of the sword energy, a thunder and lightning barrier formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's expression immediately changed.
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven scales of the holy fish were spinning and flying around him. His attention was not on Fu Bo, who was opposite, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who suddenly appeared just now, didn't look like a clone, because he disappeared too quickly.
Black, like water droplets.
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
But just as he thrust his sword into the air, An Zheng felt a crisis. He did not turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block behind him. Almost at the same time, there was a constant tinkling sound behind him.
An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but at the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword without any terrifying aura. But that's just an appearance. The fact that Fu Bo's long sword was not directly damaged after the collision with the Broken Army Sword just now shows the quality of this sword.
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
Waves of huge force hit the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng. If An Zheng had reacted a little slower, these sword energies would have stabbed An Zheng in the back.
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
An Zheng: "You underestimate me."
An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I get here, do I enter your story? You are wrong... Wherever I go, Anyone who appears is just a supporting character who will inevitably appear in my story.”
An Zheng turned around and saw another Fu Bo, but he quickly disappeared.
Sword energy
But since he had seen through Fu Bo's technique, how could An Zheng still be unable to defeat him for the third time? An Zheng is the kind of person who usually can't tell how talented or perverted he is, but he can often crush the so-called geniuses and perverts.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven scales of the holy fish were spinning and flying around him. His attention was not on Fu Bo, who was opposite, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who suddenly appeared just now, didn't look like a clone, because he disappeared too quickly.
But An Zheng turned around at this moment and blocked the sword just in time.
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
The sword energy slashed all the way, but there was not even a hundredth of a second. The Nine Nether Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand flew out automatically, spinning and forming a violent wave, and the sword energy directly hit the Nine Nether Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary magic weapon, this knife could cut it directly.
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
"Break your knife!"
The sword energy slashed all the way, but there was not even a hundredth of a second. The Nine Nether Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand flew out automatically, spinning and forming a violent wave, and the sword energy directly hit the Nine Nether Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary magic weapon, this knife could cut it directly.
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
Sword energy
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
Black, like water droplets.
An Zheng looked around warily, and there seemed to be no trace of Fu Bo's moves. What are the traces that are quickly disappearing on the ground
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
Waves of huge force hit the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng. If An Zheng had reacted a little slower, these sword energies would have stabbed An Zheng in the back.
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
He looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "Even though your talent is very good and rare in the world. Even though your thinking is mature and far stronger than your peers. But you are still going to die. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. You are You shouldn’t be here, but the fact that you are here means that you have entered my story, so you are the one who will die.”
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but at the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword without any terrifying aura. But that's just an appearance. The fact that Fu Bo's long sword was not directly damaged after the collision with the Broken Army Sword just now shows the quality of this sword.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
He looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "Even though your talent is very good and rare in the world. Even though your thinking is mature and far stronger than your peers. But you are still going to die. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. You are You shouldn’t be here, but the fact that you are here means that you have entered my story, so you are the one who will die.”
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
This sword actually has the courage to kill thousands of people. It seems that no matter what is in front of it, it will be cut in two.
Black, like water droplets.
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
After discovering this, An Zheng gradually had a guess in his mind.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
It used to be empty, but now it's not. An Zheng's Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck just right. The moment the Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck, the old eunuch also struck behind An Zheng.
An Zheng raised the Broken Army Sword with the tip of the sword pointing downward: "Let's go."
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
An Zheng asked.
But just as he thrust his sword into the air, An Zheng felt a crisis. He did not turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block behind him. Almost at the same time, there was a constant tinkling sound behind him.
An Zheng asked.
The sword energy slashed all the way, but there was not even a hundredth of a second. The Nine Nether Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand flew out automatically, spinning and forming a violent wave, and the sword energy directly hit the Nine Nether Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary magic weapon, this knife could cut it directly.
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
"Break your knife!"
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
It used to be empty, but now it's not. An Zheng's Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck just right. The moment the Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck, the old eunuch also struck behind An Zheng.
An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven scales of the holy fish were spinning and flying around him. His attention was not on Fu Bo, who was opposite, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who suddenly appeared just now, didn't look like a clone, because he disappeared too quickly.
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
This sword actually has the courage to kill thousands of people. It seems that no matter what is in front of it, it will be cut in two.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
An Zheng: "You underestimate me."
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
Fu Bo's strength far exceeds the several sect master-level practitioners who just fought against An Zheng. His left-hand sword, right-hand sword, and strange cultivation power are enough for Fu Bo to run rampant in the Jianghu of Zhao Kingdom. avoid. What An Zheng has to face is not only Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may take action at any time.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
An Zheng shook his head: "You rely too much on that skill, but you have forgotten your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is spilled. Once I see through this skill, I only need to let It’s enough that your blood can’t be spilled.”
Black, like water droplets.
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
Sword energy
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
Fu Bo: "You have too many questions."
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
The hand that had been in his cuff stretched out. There was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
An Zheng looked around warily, and there seemed to be no trace of Fu Bo's moves. What are the traces that are quickly disappearing on the ground
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
An Zheng raised the Broken Army Sword with the tip of the sword pointing downward: "Let's go."
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
The sword energy slashed all the way, but there was not even a hundredth of a second. The Nine Nether Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand flew out automatically, spinning and forming a violent wave, and the sword energy directly hit the Nine Nether Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary magic weapon, this knife could cut it directly.
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
An Zheng gathered the power of his cultivation in an instant, and the purple energy overflowed from his palm and merged into the Broken Army Sword. A bolt of lightning-like sword energy came out from Pojun's sword, knocking Fu Bo's left-hand sword away with a loud bang. Under the remaining power of the sword energy, a thunder and lightning barrier formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's expression immediately changed.
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
This sword actually has the courage to kill thousands of people. It seems that no matter what is in front of it, it will be cut in two.
Sword energy
The sword energy slashed all the way, but there was not even a hundredth of a second. The Nine Nether Thunder Bell in An Zheng's left hand flew out automatically, spinning and forming a violent wave, and the sword energy directly hit the Nine Nether Thunder Bell. If this was an ordinary magic weapon, this knife could cut it directly.
An Zheng couldn't help but admired: "Whether it's your knife or your sword, they are both killing moves, but they are not real killing moves. If this move is used against others, I'm afraid there will be no solution. People who are not as strong as you Of course, it goes without saying that even people who are stronger than you will not be able to resist."
This sword actually has the courage to kill thousands of people. It seems that no matter what is in front of it, it will be cut in two.
He looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "Even though your talent is very good and rare in the world. Even though your thinking is mature and far stronger than your peers. But you are still going to die. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. You are You shouldn’t be here, but the fact that you are here means that you have entered my story, so you are the one who will die.”
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
The moment An Zheng saw the knife coming out of his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed sword, the same ruthless way of wielding the sword, so similar, is there really no connection
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
"Break your knife!"
But An Zheng turned around at this moment and blocked the sword just in time.
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
An Zheng turned around again. In the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
"Good skills, good moves."
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
An Zheng couldn't help but admired: "Whether it's your knife or your sword, they are both killing moves, but they are not real killing moves. If this move is used against others, I'm afraid there will be no solution. People who are not as strong as you Of course, it goes without saying that even people who are stronger than you will not be able to resist."
"Good skills, good moves."
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
"Break your knife!"
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
An Zheng couldn't help but admired: "Whether it's your knife or your sword, they are both killing moves, but they are not real killing moves. If this move is used against others, I'm afraid there will be no solution. People who are not as strong as you Of course, it goes without saying that even people who are stronger than you will not be able to resist."
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
It used to be empty, but now it's not. An Zheng's Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck just right. The moment the Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck, the old eunuch also struck behind An Zheng.
The left-hand sword still came out first, and the violent sword energy came instantly.
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
An Zheng: "You underestimate me."
This sword actually has the courage to kill thousands of people. It seems that no matter what is in front of it, it will be cut in two.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
But just as he thrust his sword into the air, An Zheng felt a crisis. He did not turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block behind him. Almost at the same time, there was a constant tinkling sound behind him.
"Good skills, good moves."
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
An Zheng: "You underestimate me."
The moment An Zheng saw the knife coming out of his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed sword, the same ruthless way of wielding the sword, so similar, is there really no connection
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
Fu Bo's strength far exceeds the several sect master-level practitioners who just fought against An Zheng. His left-hand sword, right-hand sword, and strange cultivation power are enough for Fu Bo to run rampant in the Jianghu of Zhao Kingdom. avoid. What An Zheng has to face is not only Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may take action at any time.
An Zheng frowned slightly, and twenty-seven scales of the holy fish were spinning and flying around him. His attention was not on Fu Bo, who was opposite, but on the surrounding environment. Fu Bo, who suddenly appeared just now, didn't look like a clone, because he disappeared too quickly.
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
The hand that had been in his cuff stretched out. There was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
An Zheng gathered the power of his cultivation in an instant, and the purple energy overflowed from his palm and merged into the Broken Army Sword. A bolt of lightning-like sword energy came out from Pojun's sword, knocking Fu Bo's left-hand sword away with a loud bang. Under the remaining power of the sword energy, a thunder and lightning barrier formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's expression immediately changed.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
An Zheng: "You underestimate me."
An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I get here, do I enter your story? You are wrong... Wherever I go, Anyone who appears is just a supporting character who will inevitably appear in my story.”
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
After discovering this, An Zheng gradually had a guess in his mind.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
An Zheng turned around and saw another Fu Bo, but he quickly disappeared.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I get here, do I enter your story? You are wrong... Wherever I go, Anyone who appears is just a supporting character who will inevitably appear in my story.”
He looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "Even though your talent is very good and rare in the world. Even though your thinking is mature and far stronger than your peers. But you are still going to die. Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. You are You shouldn’t be here, but the fact that you are here means that you have entered my story, so you are the one who will die.”
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
An Zheng turned around again. In the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
An Zheng raised the Broken Army Sword with the tip of the sword pointing downward: "Let's go."
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I get here, do I enter your story? You are wrong... Wherever I go, Anyone who appears is just a supporting character who will inevitably appear in my story.”
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
"Good skills, good moves."
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but at the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword without any terrifying aura. But that's just an appearance. The fact that Fu Bo's long sword was not directly damaged after the collision with the Broken Army Sword just now shows the quality of this sword.
But at this moment, An Zheng's right hand suddenly let go. A blazing light appeared in the palm of his hand, carrying an irresistible temperature. He pushed his right hand forward, and Zi Ri blasted towards Fu Bo's right-hand sword.
The moment the old eunuch saw Jiugang Tianlei, he knew that he was defeated and defeated by the young man.
He took action, and so did Fu Bo.
Sword energy
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
The moment An Zheng saw the knife coming out of his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed sword, the same ruthless way of wielding the sword, so similar, is there really no connection
But An Zheng turned around at this moment and blocked the sword just in time.
The left-hand sword still came out first, and the violent sword energy came instantly.
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
The left-hand sword still came out first, and the violent sword energy came instantly.
The moment An Zheng saw the knife coming out of his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed sword, the same ruthless way of wielding the sword, so similar, is there really no connection
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
But since he had seen through Fu Bo's technique, how could An Zheng still be unable to defeat him for the third time? An Zheng is the kind of person who usually can't tell how talented or perverted he is, but he can often crush the so-called geniuses and perverts.
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
"Break your knife!"
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
An Zheng gathered the power of his cultivation in an instant, and the purple energy overflowed from his palm and merged into the Broken Army Sword. A bolt of lightning-like sword energy came out from Pojun's sword, knocking Fu Bo's left-hand sword away with a loud bang. Under the remaining power of the sword energy, a thunder and lightning barrier formed in front of Fu Bo, and Fu Bo's expression immediately changed.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
Waves of huge force hit the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng. If An Zheng had reacted a little slower, these sword energies would have stabbed An Zheng in the back.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
An Zheng turned around and saw another Fu Bo, but he quickly disappeared.
An Zheng turned around again. In the distance, Fu Bo didn't seem to move at all.
But at this moment, An Zheng's right hand suddenly let go. A blazing light appeared in the palm of his hand, carrying an irresistible temperature. He pushed his right hand forward, and Zi Ri blasted towards Fu Bo's right-hand sword.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
An Zheng couldn't help but admired: "Whether it's your knife or your sword, they are both killing moves, but they are not real killing moves. If this move is used against others, I'm afraid there will be no solution. People who are not as strong as you Of course, it goes without saying that even people who are stronger than you will not be able to resist."
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
An Zheng raised the Broken Army Sword with the tip of the sword pointing downward: "Let's go."
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
An Zheng shook his head: "You rely too much on that skill, but you have forgotten your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is spilled. Once I see through this skill, I only need to let It’s enough that your blood can’t be spilled.”
He took action, and so did Fu Bo.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
An Zheng stepped back and threw the Nine Nether Thunder Bell out like a long whip. Fu Bo dodged to one side and thrust the sword in his right hand into the air.
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
But just as he thrust his sword into the air, An Zheng felt a crisis. He did not turn around, and all twenty-seven scales of the holy fish flew out to block behind him. Almost at the same time, there was a constant tinkling sound behind him.
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
Fu Bo couldn't help but look at An Zheng approvingly: "Among the young people, you are indeed the most terrifying one. You saw through it so quickly, I thought it would be a while longer. Don't worry, I am with you. Only an opponent of this level would take action like this, and others are not worthy of it.”
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
An Zheng shook his head: "You rely too much on that skill, but you have forgotten your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is spilled. Once I see through this skill, I only need to let It’s enough that your blood can’t be spilled.”
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
Waves of huge force hit the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng. If An Zheng had reacted a little slower, these sword energies would have stabbed An Zheng in the back.
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
An Zheng turned around and saw another Fu Bo, but he quickly disappeared.
Fu Bo: "You have too many questions."
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
"Break your knife!"
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
But since he had seen through Fu Bo's technique, how could An Zheng still be unable to defeat him for the third time? An Zheng is the kind of person who usually can't tell how talented or perverted he is, but he can often crush the so-called geniuses and perverts.
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
"Break your knife!"
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
An Zheng has a very complicated past, the most complicated of which is investigating the case. Those experiences made An Zheng develop the habit of paying attention to details, so he was keenly aware that there seemed to be something very small dripping from the tip of the long sword.
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
"Good skills, good moves."
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
It used to be empty, but now it's not. An Zheng's Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck just right. The moment the Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder struck, the old eunuch also struck behind An Zheng.
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
Sword energy
The hand that had been in his cuff stretched out. There was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.
Fu Bo: "You have too many questions."
"Good skills, good moves."
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
The moment An Zheng saw the knife coming out of his left hand, his heart suddenly shook. The same moves, the same left-handed sword, the same ruthless way of wielding the sword, so similar, is there really no connection
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
The moment the old eunuch saw Jiugang Tianlei, he knew that he was defeated and defeated by the young man.
An Zheng: "I want to thank you."
Sword energy
An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but at the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword without any terrifying aura. But that's just an appearance. The fact that Fu Bo's long sword was not directly damaged after the collision with the Broken Army Sword just now shows the quality of this sword.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
Fu Bo's strength far exceeds the several sect master-level practitioners who just fought against An Zheng. His left-hand sword, right-hand sword, and strange cultivation power are enough for Fu Bo to run rampant in the Jianghu of Zhao Kingdom. avoid. What An Zheng has to face is not only Fu Bo, but also an old eunuch who may take action at any time.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
But at this moment, An Zheng's right hand suddenly let go. A blazing light appeared in the palm of his hand, carrying an irresistible temperature. He pushed his right hand forward, and Zi Ri blasted towards Fu Bo's right-hand sword.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
After An Zheng defeated Fu Bo, he didn't stop at all. At the moment when he blasted Fu Bo away with his nine-stage explosion, An Zheng quickly turned around, condensed a Nine-Gang Heavenly Thunder with one hand, and blasted it towards his originally empty back.
"Break your knife!"
boom! boom! Bang... Nine times in a row, Fu Bo's chest had been blasted to pieces by the force of the nine-stage explosion. The sword in his right hand was also snatched away by An unknowingly. When he landed, the sword in his left hand was broken and the sword in his right hand was snatched away, but the clone-like existence that appeared before did not appear this time.
The moment Fu Bo was distracted, An Zheng kicked Fu Bo on the chest. Fu Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. An Zheng caught up with him in mid-air, and stamped his right palm on Fu Bo's body... Nine-level explosion!
The hand that had been in his cuff stretched out. There was a knife in his left hand, but his right hand was empty.
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
After discovering this, An Zheng gradually had a guess in his mind.
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
An Zheng shook his head: "You rely too much on that skill, but you have forgotten your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is spilled. Once I see through this skill, I only need to let It’s enough that your blood can’t be spilled.”
An Zheng: "That's right, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. So no matter where I go, it is my story. When I get here, do I enter your story? You are wrong... Wherever I go, Anyone who appears is just a supporting character who will inevitably appear in my story.”
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
"Do you always fight with others like this?"
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
He took action, and so did Fu Bo.
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
An Zheng blocked Fu Bo's knife, and the sword was already in An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng's attention returned to Fu Bo again, but he didn't look at Fu Bo, but at the long sword in Fu Bo's right hand. It looked like it was just an ordinary long sword without any terrifying aura. But that's just an appearance. The fact that Fu Bo's long sword was not directly damaged after the collision with the Broken Army Sword just now shows the quality of this sword.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
When Fu Bo was young, he was once hailed as Zhao Guo's most anticipated genius, but later he gradually fell away from the attention of senior officials as his family declined. Because of this, Fu Bo told himself that in this life he must never be looked down upon by others, just like he looked down upon his father.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
Fu Bo was slightly startled: "So mad."
As a ball of blazing purple light exploded, the old eunuch's mutilated body flew backwards. It penetrated the dust and smoke, penetrated countless pieces of wood and gravel, and landed far, far away. The left half of his body was almost gone, and the other half was lying there, his face as white as paper.
Fu Bo: "I appreciate your madness, but if I appreciate it any more, I will still kill you."
Waves of huge force hit the scales of the holy fish behind An Zheng. If An Zheng had reacted a little slower, these sword energies would have stabbed An Zheng in the back.
At the same time, An Zheng's right hand grasped Fu Bo's right sword, and the purple sun in his palm appeared again. In just a moment, the sword in Fu Bo's right hand was burned red.
An Zheng pointed to the sword held in Fu Bo's right hand: "The most powerful thing is your blood."
His sword was slashing down like a machete, but Fu Bo could only use his left hand knife to block it. It was okay once or twice, but after six or seven times, the sword in his left hand finally couldn't bear it anymore and was cut off by An Zheng's broken army sword with a click.
An Zheng raised the Broken Army Sword with the tip of the sword pointing downward: "Let's go."
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
An Zheng shook his head: "You rely too much on that skill, but you have forgotten your own strong cultivation power. You can appear where your blood is spilled. Once I see through this skill, I only need to let It’s enough that your blood can’t be spilled.”
He smiled bitterly: "That's so easy to say... Ahem... Even if someone sees through, who can prevent me from spilling my blood? Your cultivation technique is my nemesis."
Fu Bo vomited blood and looked at the old eunuch who was far away, but among the ruins, the old eunuch's body was blocked.
Although the old eunuch never took action, An Zheng subconsciously felt that he was more dangerous than Fu Bo.
Everyone's attention was attracted by that sword, because it was too strong, too cruel, and too domineering. Although An Zheng knew that this sword was definitely not the only offensive, he had to concentrate on this sword.
With a pop, the Broken Army Sword pierced Fu Bo's heart.
The light of the sword is so bright, if this sword appears at night, it will definitely light up the night sky.
Fu Bo's left sword fell, and An Zheng blocked it with his broken sword, swinging Fu Bo's long sword away. At the same time, Fu Bo's right sword stabbed An Zheng in the heart. His two hands move at the same time, with different moves, and he uses two minds at once.
An Zheng turned around and stood next to the mutilated old eunuch. The old eunuch raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed at An Zheng tremblingly. But after he saw the blood dripping from the tip of An Zheng's sword, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "That's it... we can't succeed after all. It's just a pity that it was destroyed in the hands of an outsider like you."
He suddenly moved and slashed down with the long sword in his left hand. A streak of sword light came from a hundred meters away, and in a blur, the sword light arrived in front of An Zheng. An Zheng turned to one side and the sword light almost grazed An Zheng's body.
Fu Bo struggled several times, but ultimately failed to stand up.
"Because neither your sword nor your sword is a feint. If others think your sword is a feint, the sword can kill people. If others underestimate your sword, the sword can kill people. But if your opponent's attention is not By your sword, I'm afraid I'll die."
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
But An Zheng turned around at this moment and blocked the sword just in time.
Just as Jiuyou Leiling blocked the sword, An Zheng did not look at the sword again, but turned around quickly. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly emerged from the ground behind him, like a newly sprouted grass, and stabbed An Zheng in the back with his sword.
What An Zheng was waiting for was for him to retreat. How could he be giving him a chance to fight back
Fu Bo shook his head and sighed: "I thought that at your age, you could achieve your current status mostly because of the help of real experts behind you, plus a little bit of luck. Now it seems that other I don’t know where it is, but looking at the Zhao country, there is no one as old as you, or even ten years older than you, who can compare with you.”
With a pop, the Broken Army Sword pierced Fu Bo's heart.
With a clang, An Zheng swung Fu Bo's sword away, but Fu Bo retracted into the earth. There was a small area of darkness on the ground, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
Fu Bo's expression changed again and he had no choice but to step back.
An Zheng said: "Maybe you are not a bad person by nature, but then you became like this."
These two fingers are the sword in the old eunuch's right hand.
His right hand fell, and the index and middle fingers that were originally together separated. An Zheng clearly felt the sharp sword intent on those fingers.
An Zheng: "Where are you so mad? I'm just telling the truth, you underestimate me. If no one in Zhao country can compare with me, how narrow will my future be?"
Without waiting for Fu Bo to react, An Zheng quickly reached Fu Bo with a long sword in both hands, and then slashed down the Broken Army Sword with both hands. Fu Bo had no choice but to use the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand at the same time.
An Zheng noticed that there were black traces on the ground not far away that gradually faded away. It felt like a drop of water fell on the ground and quickly penetrated into the earth.
He looked at the sword: "Why is your blood black?"
After An Zheng repelled the old eunuch, he turned to look at Fu Bo.